Kkore 1: the Stack
I’m in that disagreeable state where I need a nap, and I want a nap, but every time I lay down I just wake up again. On the other hand, the thrill of banging on the doors of innocents for no good reason, and watching them scrub their study-weary eyes in disbelief, was worth every minute I spent cursing my 6 AM alarm. Fake ditch days are fun, even if no one was convinced by my silly fake stack.
But enough about that. The pressing issues of the day are automotive (the check went through, I get the title tomorrow!). I’m dead-set against those Calvin peeing stickers, and most of the slogan-stickers I see are dumb – on the other hand, I’m probably going to drive this car into the ground, so I’m not terribly worried about sticker-goo depressing the resale value. Hippie flowers are always nice, and flames would have incredible irony value…. How should I decorate?
Second, am I the kind of person that names cars? My old high school pickup didn’t have a name; I occasionally tried to refer to it as Mulchmobile, but it never stuck. But then, I knew that truck for a long time before I ever drove it, so that doesn’t really count; I had no right to name it. What kind of person does name cars?